-Isaac- This was a dream. It had to be. We were finally one. Our souls bonded. Nothing could keep us apart anymore. Every small bit of doubt I had inside me had faded away. The fear that snaked around my heart, was gone. The loss of control over Logan had simmered. Only one thing remained—love. With every steady heartbeat, I could sense it expand, but not only that. Something else. As she lay here in my arms, on the soft ground covered in leaves in my arms, I could sense how she was healing, how every scar inside her, and even the ones painted on her inner thighs, was healing. Her wolf was scratching to the surface, coiling inside her. Strengthening Joanne in every way possible. Her scent was changing. A new one joined the sweetness. A scent only a wolf carried. Joanne would finally have what she wanted and be whole again. She stirred slightly in my arms, and I waited for her eyes to flutter open, eager to see her wolf. Logan edged to the surface, and I smiled. He was nervous.
-Isaac-Logan was eager to play, almost ignoring the task at hand as Joanne led the way. Just like we thought, the guards were too busy to notice us while we sneaked around. Heading toward the throne room.The place looked the same as the memories that were shown, with the doors that shielded us from the throne room were into sight, I pulled Joanne behind me.Not a word was spoken between us as I took over the lead. We were unsure what to expect, but the two guards at the doors had to be taken out first.Lifting my hand, I let icy smoke spill from my fingers, crawling toward the two guards. It circled them and carefully moved up their legs over their clothes, ensuring they wouldn’t feel what was about to happen.Simultaneously, the ice layered around their throats, and they struggled against it, allowing me to creep closer and make their kill swiftly and quietly.Holding on to their bodies, laying them silently on the ground, I signaled for Joanne to come.I knew she wanted to be the
I didn’t dare to close my eyes, to focused on the tiny human lying between Isaac and me. This little creature was alive and thriving. Her birth was something I wanted to scrub from memories, the same as I tried to erase the memory of how I held William’s skull in my hand. However, the second I saw this little girl in Isaac’s arms, I knew in the core of my being she was ours. We would love her as our own, cherish her and give her all she deserved and more. She would have a full life. A father that would protect her against the world. A mother who would hold her hand when needed, and listen to everything she wanted to share. She would never be alone. An uncle that would probably spoil her too much. I smiled, blinking away the tears, thinking about Derek. He was broken after William. His soul was ripped apart, and guilt consumed him. And I feared I would lose him again. He couldn’t even look at me the first weeks, too ashamed of his actions. He stepped down from the throne. The bone
“Are you ready?” Yasmin asked from a distance while I kept scrolling on my phone, trying to distract myself from what was coming tonight. “Always.” I gave her a wave and got a narrowed gaze in return. Usually, I don’t work these kinds of … ehm… events. However, they were down a dancer, and it was good money. I actually didn’t have a choice. I have been working at the same club as a dancer—aka stripper—for two years now. I never thought this would be my life. I had a loving family and finished my studies at Harvard, but everything came crashing down years ago. I lost everything that wretched night, and I couldn’t pull myself together after it. I kept having these anxiety attacks, or that was what my Doctor calls them. However, these attacks made it impossible to keep working at a law firm, and the drugs I had to take to numb the pain turned me into a zombie. It took me a while to get back on my feet, and this job gave me back my sanity. So yes, I needed this job, but I also loved
“Kitty, I know… but please, just this once,” Yasmin pleaded, her hands pressed together, pouting her bottom lip.“I’m not doing that. Forget it.”She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “At least have a drink. He only wants to meet you.”I huffed, crossing my arms. She knows I don’t drink. Well, I haven’t for a while. “Fine,” I mumbled, shoving past her, and headed to the bar.I tried to put on my best game face when I walked past the tables, men eyeing me up and down with smirks plastered on their faces. Some grabbed their dicks, rubbing them while holding my gaze. Nothing surprises me anymore. I think I have seen it all. Timmy was waiting for me at the bar, handing me two drinks, and gestured to the dark corner where the mystery man hid. My breath hitched in the back of my throat, and goosebumps rose on my bare skin, every step slower than the one before, cautiously edging closer. “Here you go,” I said, placing his drink on the table in front of him. I scanned around, noti
I groaned, hiding under the covers when I woke up by the loud banging on my front door. “Fucking hell,” I mumbled when the banging didn’t stop. With a sigh, I got up, grabbed my fluffy robe, and headed downstairs while the banging continued. “What is wrong with you!” I yelled, opening the door, staring at William. “Me, do you know what time it is? I thought you were dead!” I moved aside, letting him in with my eyebrows pinched together. “What time is it… what the hell are you talking about?” I closed the door and followed him to the living room but stopped when I saw the time. “Oh.” It was ten AM, and we were supposed to meet at eight. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how I overslept.” “You are always early, picking me up even though we agree that I pick you up, and now this. You scared the shit out of me, Jo.” He flopped on the couch, looking grumpy as hell. “I’m going to get dressed,” I said, but before I could turn, he jumped up, rushing to the hall. “Whose boots are th
“Thank you, Alpha.” “Keep her safe. You’re blessed with a mate, don’t screw it up.” “I won’t, Alpha.” My ears perked, trying to listen in, but I couldn’t understand what they were talking about. Alpha, mate… was I in some sort of cult? The door slowly opened, and I pretended I was still asleep while he got in beside me, tugging me closer. I held my breath, afraid for what came next, when his fingers wandered over my arm, making a warmth surge through me, one I didn’t need nor want. His fingers moved lower, and my eyes snapped open, rushing away, my chest heaving, fear crawling under my skin when Liam watched me lying on a bed. My eyes quickly scanned around, and I ran for the door. My fingers brushed over the handle before I was lifted in the air and tossed back on the bed. “Where do you think you are going, kitty,” he said. His eyes glimmered to another color, and goosebumps rose on my bare arms. “What do you want from me?” I sneered, trying to hide my fear from him, lif
I wanted to beat the shit out of him, but whatever he did to me, forcing me to submit, made me cautious. He stayed with me yesterday, not leaving my side, explaining everything about this cult, no pack. No idea what kind of voodoo he had going on, but I was careful with every move I made, dreading he was right because I could already feel it. The drugs I had taken over the years were fading, leaving my system completely. All these needs surfaced, making my head trickle. “I have meetings all morning. If you promise to be a good girl, you can wander around the pack.” Disgust rushed through me, but beneath it, the longing for his touch grew. I clenched my fist, trying to keep a hold on myself, fearing I might do something I thought I had overcome. “I will be good,” I said weakly, hating the sound of my voice. He moved closer, his fingers hooked under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze up close. “I’m not the bad guy here, just give me a chance.” My brows furrowed together,